In Her Name,I Burned

The stars did not warn me.

Not when she smiled like dusk,

or when her silence felt like prophecy.



She was a secret wrapped in silk,

a prayer the gods forgot to answer.

And I-

I was just a name waiting to be rewritten.



They spoke of duty,

of oaths, and blood, and kings.

But I listened only to the way she breathed

when no one else dared to.



Now the wind howls through hollow halls,

and the world is ash-touched and quiet.

Still, I would not unlove her.

Even now.

Even here.

Even at the end.